Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430 A Double–Edged Blade

The final word had barely left the man’s mouth when a gunshot rang out.

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Blood and brain matter sprayed across the wall in a gruesome arc. The security captain collapsed, his eyes wide with a lingering look of disbelief as life left them.

The one–eyed man lowered his pistol, a bored expression on his face. “Too much noise. I have no patience for talkative failures.”

He turned his gaze back to Jasper. Seeing that the man remained unfazed and calm in the face of sudden death, his admiration grew. “I’ll waive the financial compensation. How about you pay me back with your life instead?”

Jasper played along, feigning ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“Well, my security captain is dead, and I’m in the market for a replacement. You’ve got the skills. You’re hired.”

One of the subordinates moved to protest, but a quick glance at the cooling corpse on the floor kept his mouth shut. Everyone waited for Jasper’s answer.

The one–eyed man waited too—with his finger on the trigger. If Jasper gave the wrong answer, he would be the second body on the floor.

“I have conditions,” Jasper said coolly.

“You’re making demands of me?”

“Yes. If you want me to put my life on the line for you, it’s only natural that I have requirements.”

The one–eyed man stared at him for a long time before suddenly erupting into a loud, boisterous laugh. He slapped Jasper on the shoulder. “I like your spirit, kid. Fine. What are your conditions?”

Jasper laid them out with clinical detachment. “First, treat my wound properly.”

“Of course.”

“Second, I want money. A lot of it.”

The leader laughed again. “I have more money than I know what to do with. As long as you work, you’ll be paid.”

“Third, I take orders only from you.”

“Deal.”

With these three conditions, the one–eyed man’s suspicions eased significantly. He wasn’t afraid of a man with desires; he was afraid of a man with none. If Jasper had agreed instantly without asking for anything, he would have shot him on the spot. Ambition and greed were handles he could use to control a person.

The subordinates felt it was dangerous to recruit a stranger so haphazardly, but seeing their boss’s fascination, they held their tongues.

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Chapter 430 A Double Edged Blade

“Get Ginnie in here to fix his leg.”

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A woman in a white lab coat entered. She had delicate features and a clean, composed aura that felt entirely out of place in such a grim setting. She looked at the one–eyed man and called out, “Dad.”

“Ginnie, fix this man’s leg for me.”

Ginnie Zach looked at the man on the metal bed. At first glance, she was momentarily dazed by his striking handsomeness. At second glance, she was captivated by his eyes–deep, dark, and as polished as fine black jade. He was, without question, the most attractive man she had ever seen.

“Dad, who is he?”

“My new right–hand man.”

“What’s his name?”

The one–eyed man looked at Jasper, who spoke before he could. “My past name no longer matters. Please, give me a new one.”

The leader’s satisfaction reached a new peak. “Fine. You’ll take my name. I’m Max Zach. You’ll call me Boss, like the others. As for you… from now on, you are Tywin. A man I found for my own ranks. Hahaha!”

Jasper accepted the name without pride or protest. “From this day forward, I am Tywin.”

Ginnie pulled out a scalpel. “Dad, take the others out. I need to remove the bullet.”

“Right.”

Max led the men out, dragging the captain’s corpse along with them. Since the prisoner was bound and sedated, he wasn’t worried about his daughter’s safety.

Once outside, a subordinate whispered, “Boss, what if this guy has an ulterior motive?”

“Then I’ll kill him,” Max replied, his eyes flashing with casual cruelty. “It’s not like he can escape this place. One more body in the mass grave out back won’t make a difference. A man like that is just a knife. A good knife, mind you–it just depends on how you use it.”

Max wasn’t a fool. You didn’t survive in his world by being soft. He could see that Jasper was a world–class blade; used correctly, he would be a powerful asset. If he proved dull or disloyal, he would simply be

broken.

Inside, Ginnie removed the bullet, stitched the wound, and bandaged the leg. She did the entire procedure without additional anesthesia, yet the man didn’t make a single sound.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration. “Did you treat the wound yourself? You did a professional job. If you hadn’t, you would have bled out long before you reached us.”

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